The taste on my tongue was unmistakable, yet slightly different than what I was used to.
I raised my eyebrows and looked at Jane with a quizzical look on my face.
"Yes, that is what you think it is," was her response. The night had just taken an interesting turn.
My wife, Jane and I, are a thirty something couple with a couple of kids. It was Friday night, after a very long week. My job was stressful lately, and Jane's, being at home with two small children, was ALWAYS stressful. So, when my parents offered to take the kids for the night, we jumped at the chance. Rarely do we have time alone, at home or away from home.
Once the children were picked up, we decided to hit our Country Club for dinner. We paid a monthly fee, mainly for me to play golf, but it included a food minimum, which we rarely used. The food there is great, so we thought we would head over, have dinner and drinks, and see where the night took us. I certainly didn't expect what was to come.
Jane is a petite, girl next door type that everyone falls in love with. She is 5'3" and weighs a whopping 115 dripping wet. Despite her diminutive size, she was blessed in the breast department, a C cup. Because of her size, she is not much of a drinker. Two glasses of wine and her inhibitions start to fade, which has always been a bonus to our marriage.
As we sat and ate, the wine and beer flowed. Jane starts to get very flirty when tipsy, and tonight was no exception. The beauty is that she will not just flirt with me, but anyone that she finds pleasing. As we get older, more and more she finds attractive women pleasing. Our waitress was no exception.
Emily is a mid-20s cutie. She has waited on us many times in the past, alone and with our kids. She is very pleasing to the eye...slightly taller than Jane with a smile to die for. Jane and Emily had always shared banter, but never one that could be construed as flirty, but tonight was different.
"Where are the boys?" Emily asked as she filled Jane's glass again.
"At the in-laws," responded Jane.
"An adult night, then" said Emily.
"Hopefully VERY adult later," said Jane with a devilish grin.
Emily returned the grin and looked at me, "Sounds like you are in for a fun night, Jeff."
"Sounds like it," I said...slightly embarrassed.
Shortly after, Jane excused herself to the bathroom and left me with my empty plate and glass of beer.
Emily returned with the check.
"So, do you guys want to follow me or meet me?" she said.
"Follow you where?" I inquired.
"To Z's, didn't Jane talk to you?" She said.
"Um, no," I said, as Jane returned to the table.
"Emily gets off in 15 minutes. I asked her what was fun to do in town, and she suggested Z's Bar. She is meeting some friends there. Wanna go?"
Now, Z's Bar is not my kind of place. It is a dance club, which plays house music, lots of sweat and dancing. Not my idea of a hot night with my wife. But I could tell by her face that she was looking forward to dancing.
"Do they have good beer on tap?" I asked.
Jane smiled since she knew that I would go.
As we entered Z's, I started to feel a little old. The crowd was young, 20 to 25...mostly girls. The entire room pulsed with the beat of the bass in the music. I meandered to the nearest corner I could find and found a high top table with four chairs...
This is where I would spend the evening it appeared; since there was NO WAY I was dancing to this. Jane and Emily joined me and we all got drinks. Fortunately, they did have good beer on tap. The girls got some boat drinks of some sort and both headed to the dance floor. It never ceased to amaze me how comfortable Jane could be with anyone, anywhere, no matter how much or little she knew them. Emily and Jane were like old friends rather than mild acquaintances going out together for the first time.
They danced and danced, and smiled and laughed...as I drank more and more beer.
The boat drinks were having an effect on Jane as well, as she was flushed and very happy. After several songs she came over and sat down beside me.
Very point blank she said, "I am horny..."
I smiled, and asked her what she wanted me to do about it here.
"I guess nothing", she said...and kissed me and headed back to Emily and the group she was dancing with.
Although I was a little bored, it was nice to sit, drink and watch the little pixies dance. There were a lot of beautiful girls here...all sweaty and happy. Of course, my eyes were mostly on Jane...and Emily, since they seemed inseparable. As they drank, they tended to get closer and closer. Their hands were on each other's waists...and they would lean in very closely to each other to talk. It was starting to turn me on a little watching my wife with this girl. They looked over at me and smiled...both at the same time, innocent and sexy at the same time. I needed another beer.
After another song or two, they both came over and sat down...to get another drink and to rest for a minute. Jane kissed me full on the lips and let her tongue dance in my mouth as she slinked into her seat. I couldn't help but notice Emily watching very closely. We talked for a few minutes, or yelled as it usually is in a club. I told Jane how sexy she looked dancing.
"I look sexy dancing, or I look sexy dancing with Emily?" she asked...
"Well, both," I replied.
I wasn't sure if Emily could hear us or not.
"She is pretty isn't she?" asked Jane.
"Yes...of course she is," I responded.
"I am still horny," she said.
